I WAS FIVE YEARS OLD WHEN
MY MOM TOLD ME TO STAY
AWAY FROM FLAMES BECAUSE
THEY CAN BURN YOU EVEN
IF THEY LOOK PRETTY I WAS
FIFTEEN YEARS OLD WHEN I
FIRST SAW YOU AND KNEW
YOU WERE THE ONE FLAME
THAT WAS TOO BEAUTIFUL TO
STAY AWAY FROM NO MATTER
HOW MUCH IT HURTS
YOU ARE READING
Depression
PoetryDe•pres•sion /dèpreSH(e)n/ 1. The feeling of serve despondency and dejection "I'm often silent when I'm screaming inside." - CREDITS TO THE OWNER WHO WROTE SOME OF THESE--Will state the ones that are MINE. Don't fight me over this.
